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Related: Culture Forums, Support ForumsHere's a poem today: "Your Catfish Friend" by Richard Brautigan
Your Catfish Friend
If I were to live my life
in catfish forms
in scaffolds of skin and whiskers
at the bottom of a pond
and you were to come by
one evening
when the moon was shining
down into my dark home
and stand there at the edge
of my affection
and think, "It's beautiful
here by this pond.I wish
somebody loved me,"
I'd love you and be your catfish
friend and drive such lonely
thoughts from your mind
and suddenly you would be
at peace,
and ask yourself, "I wonder
if there are any catfish
in this pond?It seems like
a perfect place for them."
Bayard
(27,549 posts)Thanks for posting.
I_UndergroundPanther
(13,297 posts)When I am around a pond or lake I look for them. Saw a huge white catfish in lake Cuyahoga took my breath away. He was around a yard long. Felt very honored to see him. He hung around awhile too. I watched him laying belly down on the pier.
The water was so clear I could see the rocks perfectly on the bottom..
CTyankee
(67,444 posts)I_UndergroundPanther
(13,297 posts)My mom would roll it in corn meal with old bay and pepper. And fry it in a cast iron skillet. We'd eat it with corn on the cob and hush puppies,oh gawd that was delicious.
CTyankee
(67,444 posts)Southerner would dare cook fried chicken. Cream gravy would also be made in that skillet.
I_UndergroundPanther
(13,297 posts)It was my great grandmas ,my grandmas
Then my mom used it,now I have it and the cure in it is just amazing.
You are 100%right about the fried chicken thing.
Also there had to be a pressure cooker and fat back for proper greens. I'd see grandma every summer and when we pulled in her driveway I could smell her greens. After driving 500 miles I was so freaking hungry. Those greens were heaven on a fork .
CTyankee
(67,444 posts)How often do you season your skillet?
Brother Buzz
(39,226 posts)― Richard Brautigan, Trout Fishing in America
